Samuel was
A lonely soul
Girls complained
He smelt of coal
His devilish good looks
Of which you could write books
Maidens in their track would stop
What they were doing
They would drop
But as he moved close
They would hold their nose
'Oh what is that smell
It surely stinks like Hell
You really reek quite badly
Wash, I'll see you gladly.'
Sam could have scrubbed
All night and day
He would not wash
The odour away
Various scents
He could have sprayed
But a stench of the burning
Just would not fade
He would despair
Over the coffee
‘Why can’t I have
An aroma of toffee?
Girls like their men sweet
Though some have whiffy feet
But my sulphuric waft
By no means is soft’
A century passed
Before Sam’s fate
Did change at last
When he met Kate
There was a flash
And maybe a thunder
Sam’s heart would crash
In a magic wonder
Kate was his perfect match
Sam knew it with one touch
Her tiara of roses and thorns
Graciously disguised her horns
Her skirt long and wide
Hooves did neatly hide
Though her frame looked frail
Sam spotted her tail
It was love at first sight
To both of their delight
They set up their home
Together in Hell
Their life has improved
Despite their smell
A whiffy problem is easily solved
If with another devil one gets involved
